Sparkling, clear eyes pierced through me. At Mother’s words, I flinched. It felt like she was seeing straight through me. “Mm.” Tilting her head, her small, delicate hand stroked my chest. “What is it? What could it be.” “…What is?” “It’s inside. Right?” Inside? “What…?” “The seed is inside… but there’s no soil… Where did it go?” “…!” A seed....
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